Bombshells
Carbon smells
Once the ash disintegrates
The victors integrate
Policy
Practice
Prayers
All destruction for reconstruction
Look back at the carnage and ask
Is it worth the lives you looked past?

External distractions
For internal ailments
Why ponder my condition when I can dance in the moonlight?
Big screen for the dopamine
Small screen for the socialite
A seed yet to sprout--my social life
Some nights, these thoughts bring fright
Am I the only one whose mind has foresight?
How long can this go?
How long can I go?
The flesh is tempered
But my soul is tired
I'm always tired
Please, please, I need rest
Please, please, I'm doing my best
Please, please, I am my own mess

The face of a demon
Heart of an angel
Hark the call of brass and bones
Trumpets sound for the cataclysm
But now, our end
Marks the beginning
Of a brand new stage
To make history
No archangels can remedy the destruction
For it too, brings creation
Creating chaos to create beginnings
Seems so backwards
Yet fits succinctly
Fear no death
For it gives us meaning
To cope with consciousness
These are the rules we have written.

The den of secrecy
Locked with no key
For even the warden
Misplaced it long ago
Always wondering, where it has gone
Only to move forward
As they forget to look backwards
Memories are a splatter
Mosaic with no pattern
Thrown and tattered
Picking up the pieces long forgotten
Where does this piece fit?
When did this arrive?
Why is this here?
Whose mind is this?
Why can't the lock be broken?
A spiral, a cycle
But, the chains have yielded
Is now the right time...?

Tread lightly
For surfing on waves
Creates ripples
That far extend
Past a single life

Standing
On the edge of a pier
I walk, I always walk
Never eager for it to end
But soon
Even if I crawl
It will end
It has to end
For it is here
Soon, it will be there
In that place, I do not know
Because the moment I grew
Every time I look back
I'm always looking
For you
Until the day I drown
I will wander, I will wonder
What happened to you?

Hive of humanity
Bursting with vanity
So many bees
Always debate about the queen
Bloated
Plethoric
Excessive
Depressive
The state of things
Brings tears to me
Yet distractions give comfort
While the sky burns red
Quite oxymoronic
Never a sight, never more iconic
"Too big to fail."
Said the Roman Empire
Now we walk on their remains
Cleansed by fire
Puppets with no clear puppetmaster
Strings attached, who is the owner?
I see why people become loners
Donors of patience
Only have enough time
Before the world corrupts and detains
After the discourse halts
Who will remain?